"Yes.

You've always been on its track, haven't you ?" "In six months your go-downs will be full of it--my Simiacine, my Simiacine." "By God, I wish I had a hand in it." Maurice Gordon pushed the decanter again--gently, almost surreptitiously.
"And so you may, some day.

You help me and I'll help you--that is my ticket.

Reciprocity--reciprocity, my dear Maurice." "Yes, but how ?" "Can't tell you now, but I will in good time--in my own time.

Come, let's join the ladies--eh?
haha!" But at this moment the servant brought in coffee, saying in his master's ear that Miss Jocelyn had gone to bed with a slight headache..